Pour Thy Blessings, Lord, Like Showers

Pour Thy bless­ings

Lord

like show­ers

On these bar­ren lives of ours;

Warm and quick­en them with grace

Till they bloom and bear apace

Fruit of pray­er and fruit of praise

Holy thoughts and kind­ly ways

Loving sac­ri­fices shown

Wheresoever need is known.

Chiefest

Lord

to­day may we

In the sick and suf­fer­ing see

Those whom Thou would’st have us bless

With fra­ter­nal ten­der­ness

With our trea­sure free­ly poured

With com­pass­ion’s rich­er hoard

With these mi­nis­tries most dear

To Thy strick­en child­ren here.

Heavy is the cross they bear

But our love that cross can share;

Dark Thy pro­vi­dence must seem

But our cheer can cast a gleam

On their lot; and in our turn

Holiest les­sons we may learn

Where Thine own re­veal­ing light

Streams through pain’s mys­ter­ious night.